Morning Tweet: Thunder only happens when it's raining, John Daly

Oh, John Daly, you nonsensical, meteorologically-challenged goofball! You can’t hear lightning! Or can you? Is it possible that John Daly know something about thunderstorms that we do not? Something to ponder, but I highly doubt it. If his tweet were disclosing the nearest Hooters location, I might believe it.
Here’s the deal – can anyone make sense of what Daly is trying to articulate here? If someone out there can succinctly explain it to me, I will award you one gold star. I must warn you, it may take awhile to receive said gold star. And how does one get so lazy that one begins babbling? It seems to me that laziness would inspire, you know, doing nothing. Far more questions than answers with this tweet. Throw us a bone next time, Mr. Daly. And no, I did not mean the bones from your eaten chicken wings, either. Sheesh.
We’re both part of the same hypocrisy, senator, but never think it applies to Saturday.

ABOUT LAST NIGHT…
What you missed while fighting for your right to swear, you miserable, no good, god**amn son of a b**ch!
* According to the players, Canadiens fans obsessed with bedlam are not riotous animals, they are simply “exceptional.”
* The Zen Master, Phil Jackson, fires his first methodical shot across the bow, accuses Steve Nash of carrying the ball.
* Conflict of interest? The golf instructor at the Cowboys Golf Club Claims that if Tony Romo played in the Byron Nelson Classic in Dallas, he would be a “bigger draw than Tiger Woods would ever be.” Keep sipping that Cowboys Kool-Aid, golf instructor guy.
* The Onion Headline of the Day: Injured Steve Nash Finishes Game With Cotton Stuffed In Eye Socket

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YESTERDAY IN HI & LOIS:
Lois attempts to lure the Red Hot Chili Peppers with orphan socks. Kinky gal, that Lois.